My Third Date with #17
He bought me flowers. Flowers! The timing of their presentation, however, was rather problematic in that I’d just asked, “So, how was your day?” only to…
The Mystery Man Revealed
I know what you’re all wondering. After reading about the careful construction of my thirtieth date outfit, my discussion of Austen over pancakes and my decision…
Thirtieth Time’s a Charm, Part Duex
And so to continue with my thirtieth date: although I’d be much fonder of brunch if it was socially acceptable to drink raspberry chocolate martinis at…
Thirtieth Time’s a Charm
I have a confession to make: Monday morning’s post took me a rather long time to write—three days, in fact— because the men in my life…
Based Loaded
It’s Monday, October 25th. This means that I am exactly one week away from the end of my Match.com experiment. As I’ve no plans to renew…
Twenty Nine Dates
Last night’s dinner with Date #17 brings the grand total up to 29 dates. And seeing as the Man from Marshalls has already invited me to…
A Familiar Feeling
The morning after Date #17 takes me for dinner in Center City, I awake with a familiar feeling. Being that it’s been some time since I’ve…
Trouble in Camelot
I’ve reached the five-date mark with the Man from Marshalls and despite the fairy-tale encounter that gave birth to our relationship, there’s trouble in Camelot. I…
The Conversation
After the art gallery, the bowling alley, the sports bar and a few days in between to recover from my marathon five-hour date with the Man…
The Bar (and Baseball)
It’s 8:00pm. I’ve spent the past three and a half hours with the Man from Marshalls and we’re now perched upon a pair of bar stools…
The Bowling Alley
As it turns out, I don’t look quite as sexy in bowling shoes as I had hoped. In fact, with my black tights, gray skirt and…
The Art Show
My first thought, as I pull up to the corner where I’ve agreed to meet the Man from Marshalls, is “Oh God, he’s wearing his baseball…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 